The Lord of the senses has come to
visit my house. What can I do to serve
Him? My hut is disordered and broken. I have
a handful of spoiled grain seething in water;
broken cots with blankets spread on them for
mattresses. I have leaves of tulsi to clean the
mouth with; I am a feeble man, says Tuka.
visit my house. What can I do to serve
Him? My hut is disordered and broken. I have
a handful of spoiled grain seething in water;
broken cots with blankets spread on them for
mattresses. I have leaves of tulsi to clean the
mouth with; I am a feeble man, says Tuka.